Metamorphosis Chronicles | Pt5
The Mosaic
There is a mosaic
Beneath my feet
Pages of poems
Torn and taped together
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Beneath the soil
There is blood
And broken bones
A graveyard of moments
When depression had
Chained me to my bed
When betrayals had
Starved me of oxygen
When hopelessness had
Hanged me at the gallows
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But those moments are buried
And I have learnt to stop digging them up
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Now the pavement has flowers
Peeking through
The scent of new beginnings
Filling the May air
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And I can dare to say
That I am finally
Dancing across
A pathway of healing
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